It came.
Unseen.
Unconquerable.
Unstoppable.
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Morgan watched it, watching the terrifying monster that was constantly expanding, strengthening, and twisting. Every breath it took brought a most obvious surge in power. Every second in the eyes of mortals, the pressure and trembling it brought to Morgan far surpassed that of the previous second.
It came.
It walked through the void as if a furious wild elephant was wantonly destroying a most fragile thicket.
Everyone tried to stop it; all life was commanded to use their courage and tenacity to halt its advance. The once incredibly brutal and vast Void War had now become an all-night feast nearing its end.
All the unfortunate souls who still possessed reason had to contend with their utterly exhausted energy and bodies, while also straining every fiber to complete their tasks. Those once magnificent and majestic creations were now mere dilapidated filth, forcibly driven back into battle.
Whether it was the Imperium or the Randan, everyone was enduring a torment, a torment of pushing their last ounce of strength with unyielding will: on this battlefield filled with lamentations,
only two forces maintained their peak vitality: the Space Wolves, just unleashed and stimulated by blood and death, and the Randan Guard, who had long conserved their strength and were the last to pour into this star system.
Thus, the battle of obstruction and breakthrough erupted between them.
This time, the weapons were no longer mighty warships and heavy firepower, but blades, will, and the most savage souls sustained by pure madness and conviction.
After all, even for Astartes and Xenos elites, the situation was too dangerous: the Tacus System, this already young and turbulent world, had been ravaged back and forth three times in the shortest amount of time.
For the smooth progress of the war, first the Dark Angels ruthlessly modified and weakened the stars and planets. Then, in the endless war of attrition, the shrieks and
madness from the Spider Queen repeatedly stripped away the last remaining veil, until now, this final precariousness had been completely torn apart by the Xenos Emperor, who craved to rush into this star system at all costs.
At this moment, the world and the stars completely died. The rolling black tide symbolized the might of the Immaterium, devouring half the star system in the blink of an eye. Innumerable vortices and storms ravaged every unfortunate soul they could seize. Countless warships and armies were captured, torn apart, and devoured by the elusive tides before they even reached the front lines of the war.
But even so, even with the dangers in the void forcing every warship to activate its Geller Field, compared to that rampant scarlet star, they were ultimately fragile.
Morgan opened her unseen third eye. Her will and vision pierced through distance and dimension at that moment, seeing what transpired among the stars.
A crimson dragon was charging towards her, towards the already crumbling [Fate Engine]. Everyone tried to stop it. Hundreds of warships, disregarding their long-held defensive positions in the vast airspace of Tacus V, rushed to block this terrifying figure who dared to traverse the now mad and twisted void with its physical body.
But it was useless.
They were defeated, shattered, torn to pieces like ragged dolls, reduced to ashes. Any one of these mighty Void Engines from the Human Imperium could easily suppress a world, but before this wrathful crimson dragon, their lives were as fragile as withered leaves.
It, the Randan Emperor, struck like a meteor against every pathetic existence that dared to obstruct it, tearing through steel and flame. It reached out its hand, clenched it in the void, and the next moment, it was as if an enraged boxer was accumulating strength and fury.
The next moment, the [Indomitable Will], a battleship that had served in the First Legion for over a hundred years, shattered into countless fragments like a crystal struck by a heavy hammer. The tens of thousands of lives aboard, like the once majestic battleship, were caught by the pervasive gravity and vortices in the shattered void, disappearing without a trace.
Behind it, the [Lion's Eye], another proud engine that once single-handedly repelled three Randan capital ships, met an even more tragic end: the most violent explosion erupted from the deepest part of its warp engine, occupying a quarter of its body, devouring the steel behemoth in half a breath.
The High Knight-Commander's shouts had barely begun to report the fall of his allies when they were consumed by raging fire and screams of death. Every captain connected to the public communication platform could clearly hear how the merciless flames pierced through his clothes and flesh in an instant, charring all his bones and blood.
Yet, the slaughter by the unconquerable one was not over.
The [Sword of Numarq], once the protagonist of the disputes in the Drune Campaign, vanished in a flash of crimson light.
The [Durhan Armor] was kneaded alive by the most overwhelming power until it became a disgusting steel pie mingled with tens of thousands of twisted bloody corpses.
The [Light of Toulouse] was captured by a black hole it created. Countless eyes witnessed its live dismemberment and death in a matter of seconds amidst its captain's cries for help.
The [Aethelred]...
Everything, all the death and terror, was caused by the Randan Emperor in an instant: without preparation, without premeditation, it merely casually wielded its power, amplified by vengeful spirits, fury, and the surging storms of the Immaterium, and had already unleashed an unprecedented tide of blood upon the First Legion's fleet.
And then, it slowed its pace slightly. Before its eyes was a grand fleet, a terrifying execution legion of over a hundred warships. They had gathered from all directions, forming Lion El'Jonson's hastily assembled task force, the final barrier against the Randan Emperor's attempt to rescue the [Fate Engine].
And what awaited these warriors was the constantly flashing and expanding blood-red light in the Xenos Emperor's palm.
Before the most sensitive radar and divination box could react, the Randan Emperor roared. With its roar, the light burst forth, showcasing its power like a launched sun. Its explosion and song were more dazzling than a thousand burning stars. Merely witnessing its bloom in the boundless void blinded over a million people.
Their suffering did not last long, for in that very second, this strike from the Xenos Emperor had pierced through all the warships of the entire task force. Hundreds of deadly Void Engines were thus swallowed by the intensely expanding light in the blink of an eye. Everything happened so fast that even Lion El'Jonson and Morgan, at the farthest reaches, had no time to react or issue any commands.
Like the most brilliant meteor in the sky, the light from the Xenos Emperor was fleeting, vanishing before the next cold breath arrived.
And with its disappearance, an entire task force, a hundred warships, also vanished into the void.
There was no wailing, no trace, not even a single fragment or remnant. They simply ceased to exist as if they had never appeared in this world, leaving the Randan Emperor with the widest and most expansive path.
This unconquerable Xenos Emperor did not pause for a moment. It immediately transformed into a glaring, icy crimson giant meteor, charging with unstoppable momentum towards the steel world carrying the [Fate Engine].
It came.
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Morgan withdrew her gaze. She closed her eyes, remaining silent for a second, to absorb the backlash from witnessing all of this.
Blood flowed from her eyes, and similarly from the corners of her mouth. These were due to two completely different reasons: the former, the cost of wantonly prying into a powerful life form and soul, and the latter, a side effect of her frenzied consumption of every Xenos soul she could find before this observation.
When Morgan opened her eyes, Leman Russ and his Space Wolves had completed another bloody and insane massacre. In just a few dozen minutes, the Wolf King of Fenris had led his Sons of Fenris, decapitating a hundred times their number.
The entire Sixth Legion, accompanied by roaring laughter in the bloody wind, had rampaged through the Randan army, carving out a blood-soaked path strewn with crimson and skulls.
Morgan's Sons of Morgan followed this mad army, but they did not re-enter the battle: Hektor was currently carrying his Primarch on his shoulder, doing his best to shield her body from any blades and bullets.
Outside of him were lines of defense: the Psychic Protective Shield jointly chanted by Salieri and Eris, Ezio's merciless hunt against any Xenos appearing in sight, and the unbreakable defense formed by all of Morgan's Sons of Morgan with their strength, vows, and bodies.
Until their Gene-Mother awoke from another battlefield.
Morgan awoke. She opened her blue eyes, now filled with chilling light. This Primarch of the Second Legion waved her hand casually, and every one of her Sons of Morgan felt the fatigue, pain, and even the scars from days of battle vanish in the blink of an eye.
Morgan did not look at her Sons of Morgan. She was solely searching for Leman Russ, and she quickly found him. But before formally departing to inform her blood kin again, the Spider Queen paused and looked down at her Sons of Morgan.
She spoke softly, her light voice carrying an undeniable conviction that, even amidst the chaotic battlefield, clearly resonated within the chest of every Son of Morgan.
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"Hektor, Ezio, Chiron, Salieri, Ajax, and Eris."
"Your battles and bloodshed, your determination and sacrifice, I have seen them clearly in the Sea of Souls."
"As for now, your performance has exceeded my expectations. I cannot ask more of you for the time being."
"But I can tell you, my blood kin, a new battle is about to begin. This is a battle solely for me and my blood kin. Even for you, everything that follows is too dangerous."
"Therefore, now, I issue a new command to you."
"While I am wholly focused and rushing into this battle, when this most terrifying meat grinder draws us all in, my children, my Sons of Morgan, I will not ask you to seize any glory or victory. Nor will I demand that you necessarily overcome those swarms of Space Wolves."
"In the coming battle, I have only one demand for you."
"Survive."
"Survive, at all costs."
"Survive, and wait for me to return. I will return with you to our Legion."
She spoke, she smiled, allowing a bitter smile to grace her exquisite features. Then, she seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly speaking her final words and emotions.
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"My children."
"I was once lost, anxious, and at a loss."
"I was once afraid of reuniting and knowing you."
"But now, your actions have shown me, made me understand."
"If my Sons of Morgan, my blood kin, are noble warriors like you."
"Then I will willingly stand at the very front of all of you, topping all of you."
"Standing shoulder to shoulder with you."
"To endure everything."
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Her words were fleeting, like Morgan's footsteps, without the slightest pause.
The Spider Queen of the Second Legion instinctively left these words for her Sons of Morgan. After that, she had no energy to observe their expressions; she could probably guess what kind of emotions would be on Hektor's face and theirs.
In the next instant, she was by Leman Russ's side.
The Wolf King did not disappoint anyone. In this short, unimaginable time, he tore through all obstacles, unhindered, pointing his Spear of Dionysus at the vital point of the so-called [Fate Engine].
But another force was equally swift.
A meteor, a crimson meteor, was unstoppably tearing through the thin atmosphere of the steel world, arriving on the constantly warring surface, unleashing slaughter and destruction.
Morgan opened her mouth, about to say something, when Leman Russ already gave his command.
With the roar of the Wolf King of Fenris, a thousand of the best Space Wolves rushed eagerly towards where the meteor had fallen, their ferocious roars echoing all the way.
"How long do we need?"
"As fast as possible."
Saying this, Morgan, with the most selfless concentration, began to channel her soul power at her fingertips. A moment later, her lips gently touched and uttered a location. The Spear of Dionysus stabbed without hesitation, then automatically returned to Leman Russ's hand.
Once.
Once.
And again.
In but a brief moment.
But just at the next instance, the Spider Queen's voice suddenly trembled slightly.
"...What's wrong?"
The Wolf King frowned, looking immediately at his blood kin.
"...Nothing."
Morgan closed her eyes, continuing her guidance and voice.
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And within the range of her third eye's perception.
Those thousand Space Wolves, cheering and fighting fiercely, charged towards the crimson-bleeding meteor at the command of their Gene-Father.
Their roars.
Their will.
Their lives.
They had completely vanished.
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